
Flow, it’s a creek in our neighborhood. Through a few houses. Between a few ponds. The sound is… comforting.
Flow, it’s a way of conceiving life. That is to say, an orientation that is a practice. I find myself continuing to both ask and assert, “not only to we live Life, but also, Life lives us.”
Flow, it’s a surrender. To something inspiring. To something life-giving.
Flow, it’s mantra, from which, many good things happen.



